The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries Volume Iii Part 98

We stand aside. We are but suppliants here, Invoking aid from our more potent friends.

STAUFF.

Let Uri have the sword. Her banner takes, In battle, the precedence of our own.

FuRST.

Schwytz, then, must share the honor of the sword; For she's the honored ancestor of all.

RoSSEL.

Let me arrange this generous controversy.

Uri shall lead in battle--Schwytz in Council.

FuRST _(gives_ STAUFFACHER _his hand)_.

Then take your place.

STAUFFACHER.

Not I. Some older man.

HOFE.

Ulrich, the Smith, is the most aged here.

MAUER.

A worthy man, but not a freeman; no!

--No bondman can be judge in Switzerland.

STAUFF.

Is not Herr Reding here, our old Landamman!

Where can we find a worthier man than he?

FuRST.

Let him be Amman and the Diet's chief!

You that agree with me, hold up your hands!

_[All hold up their right hands_.]

REDING _(stepping into the centre)_.

I cannot lay my hands upon the books; But by yon everlasting stars I swear, Never to swerve from justice and the right.

_[The two swords are placed before him, and a circle formed; Schwytz in the centre, Uri on his right, Unterwald on his left.]_

REDING _(resting on his battle sword)_.

Why, at the hour when spirits walk the earth, Meet the three Cantons of the mountains here, Upon the lake's inhospitable sh.o.r.e?

What may the purport be of this new league We here contract beneath the starry heaven?

STAUFFACHER _(entering the circle_).

'Tis no new league that here we now contract; But one our fathers framed, in ancient times, We purpose to renew! For know, confederates, Though mountain ridge and lake divide our bounds, And each Canton by its own laws is ruled, Yet are we but one race, born of one blood, And all are children of one common home.

WINK.

Is then the burden of our legends true, That we came hither from a distant land?

Oh, tell us what you know, that our new league May reap fresh vigor from the leagues of old.

STAUFF.

Hear, then, what aged herdsmen tell. There dwelt A mighty people in the land that lies Back to the north. The scourge of famine came; And in this strait 'twas publicly resolved That each tenth man, on whom the lot might fall, Should leave the country. They obey'd--and forth, With loud lamentings, men and women went, A mighty host; and to the south moved on, Cutting their way through Germany by the sword, Until they gained these pine-clad hills of ours; Nor stopp'd they ever on their forward course, Till at the s.h.a.ggy dell they halted where The Muta flows through its luxuriant meads.

No trace of human creature met their eye, Save one poor hut upon the desert sh.o.r.e, Where dwelt a lonely man, and kept the ferry.

A tempest raged--the lake rose mountains high And barr'd their further progress. Thereupon They view'd the country--found it rich in wood, Discover'd goodly springs, and felt as they Were in their own dear native land once more.

Then they resolved to settle on the spot; Erected there the ancient town of Schwytz; And many a day of toil had they to clear The tangled brake and forest's spreading roots.

Meanwhile their numbers grew, the soil became Unequal to sustain them, and they cross'd To the black mountain, far as Weissland, where, Conceal'd behind eternal walls of ice, Another people speak another tongue.

They built the village of Stanz, beside the Kernwald; The village Altdorf, in the vale of Reuss; Yet, ever mindful of their parent stem, The men of Schwytz, from all the stranger race That since that time have settled in the land, Each other recognize. Their hearts still know, And beat fraternally to kindred blood.

_[Extends his hand right and left_.]

MAUER.

Ay, we are all one heart, one blood, one race!

ALL _(joining hands)_.

We are one people, and will act as one.

STAUFF.

The nations round us bear a foreign yoke; For they have to the conqueror succ.u.mbed.

Nay, e'en within our frontiers may be found Some, that owe villein service to a lord, A race of bonded serfs from sire to son.

But we, the genuine race of ancient Swiss, Have kept our freedom from the first till now.

Never to princes have we bow'd the knee; Freely we sought protection of the Empire.

RoSSEL.

Freely we sought it--freely it was given.

'Tis so set down in Emperor Frederick's charter.

STAUFF.

For the most free have still some feudal lord.

There must be still a chief, a judge supreme, To whom appeal may lie, in case of strife.